Choices and More Choices
“Chicken, beef or vegetarian?”
The text was from the planners for an upcoming banquet. My meal choice was needed and I quickly shot back my answer. I was hungry.
Ahh, wouldn’t it be nice if all decisions in life were that easy?
They’re not. Most the time I hate being pushed into issuing a verdict. I often try to put off coming to a conclusion as long as possible because I naturally doubt my initial conviction. Yet it seems there’s always some kind of decision I’m being asked to make—financially, vocationally, relationally, politically, ethically, spiritually, medically, nutritionally, etc., etc. Some feel easy, some seem irrelevant, while others overwhelm me as completely impossible. And I must remember that procrastination and even not choosing at all are all choices. I can’t get away from them!
Following Jesus is the choice I want to focus on. It’s actually a decision made up of many choices: daily, hourly and even minute by minute. They determine what I believe, think and do, as well as how I react, love, hate, give, trust others, and distract myself, all in light of truly being a follower of Jesus. And sooner or later an outcome chases after each one—outcomes, that for better or worse, I must own.
Consequences
Joshua said it several thousand years ago, “Choose this day whom you will serve” (Joshua 24:15). He was fed up with the people of his country waffling on important issues like who their god was going to be. I find, however, that I so dread the thought of being stuck with the results of a bad choice (I don’t have all the information after all) that I look for ways to avoid committing at an intersection in life. Saying ‘yes’ to one thing means saying ‘no’ to one or more others. What if a better option comes along? Can’t I just hold off and sit here for a while, no obligations? Of course I can; that’s a choice. And it will eventually produce some kind of consequence.
As a result, it’s easy to just let life happen, which is releasing others to make choices for me. That then becomes my choice with its own set of consequences. I’m sure that some who were listening to Joshua were thinking, if not saying out loud, “But what if a better god comes along?” Hmm. And how did that work out for them?
They’re Ours to Own
The irony of making decisions is that while we want, and even fight for, the right to make our own choices—resisting the commands of those “Joshuas” who want to control us—we also struggle with it. There are many times we would rather someone just tell us what to do. Choosing can be hard and confusing work. It’s nice to have someone who’s figured it out give us the answer. And if in the end their judgment was wrong then it wasn’t our fault. Right?
Unfortunately, for that way of thinking, an irrefutable law stalks us: everything about our choices belong to us. We choose, whether we realize it or not, how we respond to everything that is thrown at us, even the things we didn’t choose: our DNA, our upbringing and all those crazy, painful outside circumstances or abuses. Though it feels like we don’t have a choice, we still must decide our response, our attitude and our actions. What we do with all that is given or thrust upon us is ours! And as much, if not more, these choices are what make us who we are, for good or for ill.
A lot of Choices to Examine
I want to use this blogging space going forward to talk about what it means to move through every day as a follower of Jesus, depending on His grace but recognizing all the choices before us. There’s actually many to look at because walking with Jesus involves our entire life—every part. And like so many other choices, not committing or half committing our lives to Him (is it possible to half-commit to my wife?) has an eternal consequence.
So, take Joshua’s challenge and choose. Some choices will be as simple as deciding between chicken or beef. Others will force you to search more deeply, determining WHO you’re going to serve each day. And your options are quite limited on that last one. For, as the Bible communicates and one of our American cultural prophets, Bob Dylan, has said, “You’re gonna have to serve somebody. It may be the devil or it may be the Lord, but you’re gonna have to serve somebody.”
The choice is yours.
Reflections
- What are some of the choices I regularly make that I rarely if ever think about?
- In what ways do my everyday choices reflect my level of commitment to following Jesus?
- What is the most powerful influencer of my choices? Circumstances? Feelings? Values?
Choosing to Let EVERYTHING Pass Through Jesus
Don’t you hate it when you find grounds in your coffee? I am not a barista or even close to being a “coffee snob,” but I imagine there can be multiple reasons for such grit in my morning java. The most common reason I’ve been told, when using a plain ol’ drip coffee maker, is the wrong grind. Too coarse and perhaps you don’t experience the full flavor. Too fine (my tendency) and the water backs up and spills over into the pot, taking bean particles with it. Yuck.
A filter is supposed to take care of this problem. Supposedly, that’s why one is added to the end of a cigarette. It is meant to hold back the stuff you don’t want and let through the stuff that makes the coffee worth drinking and the cigarette less poisonous. But these strainers are for more than just hot beverages and nicotine fixes. Make sure you get new oil and air filters for the next round of maintenance on your car. Furnaces and air conditioners need them too. Don’t forget the water filter. They collect and hold back destructive and unhealthy particles from destroying what’s important to you. In addition, there is the metaphorical filter we all appreciate that people use for their mouths, though often not used. Most agree that not everything that comes through the mind should be spoken.
The concept of filtering can be applied to so many things. But the results are not always positive. For various reasons, many of us also apply filters to our minds and beliefs that keep us from seeing, hearing, and experiencing life-giving ideas and truth. The good stuff can get filtered out too.
Read MoreChoosing to Expand My Love
We’re counting down to Valentine’s Day. Love and romance (or at least the appearance of this duo) are on a lot of people’s minds. Flowers. Chocolate. Heart-shaped candies. Cards that reveal “true” feelings. They are all part of the celebration of love, at least for the month of February.
The word ‘love’ continues to fascinate me. In English we use one word for it but have so many different meanings hidden within that word. People might be indicating they like something, have a desire for something, are excited for something, enjoy something, attracted to something, feel affection for something, want to give something. We have to be intuitive emotional detectives, taking in all the nuance to determine what someone actually means when this word is used.
It is helpful to look at other languages and how they deal with this word and all its potential meanings. I’m told that in Latin American countries, McDonalds translates its slogan “I’m lovin’ it” to “Me encanta.” The Spanish word for ‘love’ (amor) is not used, rather they make it say something like “It enchants me.” I’m sure many other languages have to avoid a direct translation as well.
C.S. Lewis wrote a book in 1960 called The Four Loves. He introduced the English-speaking world to four Greek words that could be translated into English as love, but each carrying a specific distinction. My study of these has helped greatly in deepening and clarifying what I mean as I ponder what I say I love.
Storgē (στοργή) — Affection
According to Lewis, this word is used to talk about love of what is familiar. Included are family bonds (parents with children and siblings), long-term friendships, as well as the fondness we feel for ordinary people, comforting routines, and places that hold special memories. Lewis calls it “the humblest and most widely diffused of loves.”
It is probably what a lot of us mean when we talk about the places we love to go, or the people we love to hang out with, or the things we love to do. It’s that tender and sweet affection we feel for those ordinary things and people in our lives that provide a comforting back drop and sense of stability.
Lewis, however, warns of the dangers of storgē when it takes first place in our lives. It can become possessive – think of the parent that cannot let go of an adult child. It can resist growth, wanting to keep what is comfortable from changing. It can excuse harmful behavior in the name of ‘loyalty.’ And when it is made the ultimate, it becomes very selfish, an idol of familiarity and comfort.
Read MoreChoosing to Sing a New (or Repurposed) Song
Who are those people who play Christmas music year-round? I know a couple of them. And it irritates me a bit. It’s not that I don’t like Christmas-themed songs, it’s just that “Jingle Bells,” in my mind, doesn’t fit during a heat wave in July. Of course, my Down-Under friends in Australia have reminded me that Christmas is a summer holiday for them, and they have learned to accept snow-themed lyrics while sunbathing on a steamy beach.
So, maybe I just need to deal with it.
It reminds me of how songs that were written for a specific objective can be repurposed for a theme or cause never originally intended. Think Bruce Springsteen’s “Born in the USA”: It was originally written as a bitter critique of the ‘American Dream’ and how Vietnam veterans were poorly treated after the war. Yet it somehow became a chest-thumping patriotic hymn (people often don’t absorb all the lyrics). And then there is the Village People’s “Y.M.C.A.” It was originally released in 1978, with at least two of the group’s members claiming it celebrates queer culture and the YMCA as a safe space for gay men. But with its lively tune, fun arm motions, and ambiguous lyrics, it quickly became a family-friendly sports anthem, and a dance routine performed at wedding receptions.
Redeeming a Melody
Religious songs can go through similar metamorphosis. It’s fairly well known that the reformer, Martin Luther, took tunes from drinking songs and turned them into sacred hymns. The melody of “A Mighty Fortress is Our God” first echoed in a German beer hall. Its familiarity grabbed people’s attention while its new sanctified lyrics touched people’s hearts. There was a definite redemptive arc.
Read MoreChoosing to Live by Grace
For as far back as I can remember, I have known the words to the old hymn: Amazing Grace. But the truly amazing thing is how long it has taken me to understand them. The lyrics were written by John Newton, an Anglican minister, on New Year’s Day 1773. They were part of a sermon he gave describing his conversion to Christ. He captained a slave ship in his younger years and almost died in a storm crossing the Atlantic in 1748. His tribute to the grace of God saving a wretch like himself was set to music a few years later. One of the most enduring hymns of all time then came into being.
In my mind, it was most meaningful for those “wretches” that had done unspeakably terrible things. I didn’t see myself as that bad.
Because of my self-righteous attitude, it was difficult for me to appreciate “grace.” To be honest, the word always felt a bit flimsy and fluffy. It seemed to be for those who couldn’t make mature decisions, who needed to have their hands held to get through the day. It didn’t fit my subconscious picture of personal strength and manliness (it was a girl’s name after all). And while I didn’t outright reject the idea, I did push it to the back of mind, never really examining it.
Read MoreChoosing What Lasts
The word “forever” can be interpreted differently depending on what a person wants. A couple reciting their marriage vows might intend the meaning to be “as long as I shall live” or “until things get too difficult.”
A child who claims to have a BFF (best friend forever) could be wanting it to mean “until we part ways,” or “until the end of the school year,” or even “until I find a better friend.”
That person who received a life sentence in prison likely chooses for it to mean “until a successful appeal can be made.”
The English language has so many words that can be used as synonyms for “forever:”
everlasting,
perpetual,
enduring,
undying,
unending,
perennial,
unceasing,
always.
It’s almost as if there is something hardwired inside us to expect, or to long for, things or situations that have no end, or at least things that feel like they have no end. Yet, it is so hard for us mortals to grasp a mental picture of any thing, any situation, any relationship, or any being that could exist forever. We seem to be stuck in an in-between place, imagining and desiring something we cannot fully picture, cannot hold on to, or even cannot decide if we truly want.
It Will Have NO END
The Biblical word is “eternal.” As followers of Jesus, we have been promised eternal life (John 3:16). What does eternal, unending existence mean?
Every once in a while, I realize how little I plan around the idea of living forever. I rarely think about possessing something that never ends and cannot be taken from me. But if I truly believe that endless life is my future, how should I think, respond, and choose differently in my everyday life today?
And horrors of horrors, what if those things to which I give all my time, energy, and thought in this life are the only things available to me in my eternal existence? What qualities, accomplishments, attitudes, or relationships that I presently possess do I want to live with forever? Which ones of them have any eternal value?
Read MoreChoosing to See What I Can’t See
I’ve written about this before: I’m color blind. It’s not severe, but it does prevent me from seeing some things. Certain shades of greens and reds or blues and purples are difficult and sometimes impossible for me to distinguish. More than once everyone around me was talking about a beautiful red cardinal sitting in a tree full of green foliage. I could see no bird. After decades of being a Star Wars fan, it was only recently that I was informed that Yoda is green! I always thought he was a tan color.
Friends and family still ask me the question, “So, what do you see if you don’t see the red or the green?” The only way I know to answer is that I see whatever my mind makes up to fill in the blank. But the interesting thing is that once someone tells me what the actual color is (like Yoda’s skin tone), I can usually see it then – or at least imagine that I’m seeing it.
The thing I have to constantly tell people, once they hear that I’m color blind, is that I don’t see only a black and white world; I’m not completely blind to colors. There are just certain shades that pass right by without my noticing them. And if no one tells me they’re there, I will never know.
Dangerous on the Road
It’s not unlike what we call “blind spots” while driving. Surely everyone who has spent any amount of time behind the wheel has experienced it. You are about to make a lane change only to hear a frantic honking (and maybe a few curse words if the windows are down). There is that place in between the sight of the mirrors where we can’t see anything. And it takes that extra effort to turn either to the right or to the left and confirm that the way is clear before changing lanes.
There is something eerily fascinating about the idea that a thing can be right in front of me or next to me and I remain completely clueless. It reminds me that blindness is a real thing.
Of course, to be blind limits what a person can do or, at least, forces that person to find ways to compensate. People who are completely blind at least know they cannot see. It is the other sorts of blindness, the ones where we see some things, but we don’t know what we cannot see, that give us special problems and make us dangerous. Though most of the time I can distinguish the red and green in a traffic light, I still have been urged (just in case) to memorize their positions – “top = stop” and “below = go.” Hopefully that make you feel a little better, knowing I’m out on the road.
Read MoreChoosing to Live on the Edge
The year 2025 has come to an end and we have now stepped into a new one. There are all kinds of things to wonder about: what will be different in 2026? What will be the same? What new hope will this year offer? What old dread will materialize? What things in my life can I change and improve? What old patterns are going to repeat themselves and increase those feelings of being trapped?
We stand at that place where one thing ends and another begins. The smaller questions all center around the one big one: will things be better or worse in the unknown future?
Of course, we simply do not know.
Meaningful Change
But, standing at the edge of one year as it ends and another as it begins offers opportunities that we let slip away at our own peril. “Edges” (endings and beginnings) fill every season of our existence and invite us to stop and evaluate where we’ve come from, where we’re at, and where we’re going if we will simply allow ourselves to see them. Meaningful change requires an edge.
Read MoreChoosing to Celebrate Christmas Year-Round
I didn’t grow up believing in Santa Claus. But as a child, I still enjoyed the image he provided for a special and “magical” season. It wasn’t until I became an adult that I made the connection between Santa and Saint Nicholas. And it has been through reading about the life and legends of this Early-Church saint that my appreciation for a variety of Christmas traditions has deepened.
First of all, though it doesn’t really involve Saint Nicholas, the idea of the 12 Days of Christmas has long fascinated me. I was not raised in a traditional high church, but I understand that there is an old understanding of the first day of Christmas being the 25th of December and the twelfth being the 5th of January, which is the day before the Epiphany celebration. So, in light of the fact that we are still in the midst of the 12 Days, I want to dig into the story of the great Christian saint who morphed into Santa.
A Jesus-Follower from the Very Beginning
He was born around 270 AD to Christian parents in what is today eastern Turkey. Christianity was still considered an “outlaw” sect by the emperors of Rome and thus was not a safe religion to align with. But Nicholas’ parents committed themselves to raising their son in the ways of Christ.
When he was still a boy, both his parents died in a plague. He went to live with his uncle who was an abbot in a local monastery. His Christian education continued, and he was eventually ordained as a priest. It wasn’t too long after that, while still a young man, he was made bishop of the port city of Myra. Then a wave of Roman persecution, under the emperor Diocletian, swept the empire. Among thousands of others, Nicholas was jailed, tortured, and placed in solitary confinement. For five years he endured imprisonment and harsh conditions while continuously pressured to renounce his faith. It wasn’t until Constantine came into power that he was released. Christianity was then declared a legal religion in 313 AD through the Edict of Milan.
Nicholas went on to live a long life of proclaiming Christ, serving the poor and needy, caring for children. He boldly stood up to political and military leaders, defending the defenseless. By the time he died at age 73, fantastic stories were attached to his name. It was said that he intervened and challenged powerful government officials to save individuals from wrongful executions; he secured shiploads of food for his city when a famine threatened thousands with starvation. And miracles were said to happen through and around him. His image would appear to sailors who thought they were going to die in storms, comforting and leading them to safety. It was said that he even raised several children from the dead who had been murdered. But the most famous story of Saint Nicholas secured his reputation as a GIFT GIVER.
Read MoreChoosing to Celebrate Even More!
Christmas is here, and we’re celebrating again. Food, presents, holiday movies, and family. At least those are the traditions for some. But why? And for those who have little to spend on food or gifts, who don’t like movies and, for whatever reason, aren’t connected with family . . .
What is there to celebrate?
It all centers around a theological word, INCARNATION. The term comes to us via Latin and was adopted by early Christian writers to describe what they read in John 1:14:
“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.”
To incarnate literally means to “make flesh.”
God (the Word who is Jesus) who is pure Spirit performed the greatest miracle ever by taking on a human body as part of His eternal identity. And He started out just like every other human, in a woman’s womb, born as a newborn infant, helpless and vulnerable.
Read MoreChoosing to Be Seen
Many times in my life growing up, I felt misunderstood. I tried to relate to those around me by being who I thought they wanted me to be. It felt like few, if any, ever saw the real me and said, “I like that person.” That took its toll on my identity, and withdrawing within myself became my default. I became, at best, a private person. I longed for a friend that would accept me for who I was. Yet, the truth be told, I never allowed the real me, with all my fears, insecurities, and sin to be seen. I built walls of shyness to keep the anticipated pain of rejection manageable and as far away as possible. But something within always ached for a connection with another that would provide a reason to open the door of my heart and truly be seen and known.
As a teen, I realized the name of the quality I hungered for was intimacy. Marriage, I then presumed, would satisfy this yearning. A sexual relationship, afterall, is the epitome of closeness and connection (at least that’s the message I got). And though it initially seemed to do the trick, I eventually came to an unexpected realization: a person can be married, sleep in the same bed with someone and still feel lonely and disconnected at times.
A Universal Desire
I, like so many, have longed for intimacy in my relationships but have found it elusive. There are moments when it seems to be within my grasp, conversations or activities with a friend or with my wife where the bond feels almost other-worldly. It’s as if we can see into each other’s soul. Yet it doesn’t last, fading with distance, time, and distractions. I want to believe, however, that those moments are glimpses of what can be mine continuously, forever. But how?
And then there’s my relationship with God.
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